Hindsight

As the hazy colors of dew
stream down my window pane,
The sun breaks through
the night and once again
I begin to think anew
of how it all changed
That day, out of the blue;
and know I'm the one to blame.
The picture I keep
locked within my mind
Is of the final week
we shared the light,
In love so deep,
our hearts our sight;
Before it was bleak
and I was bound by night.
And as I lay my head
on the empty pillow
In the empty bed, I
stare at the willow
Where we were wed,
and how I could show-
Before I was dead-
how much I love you so.